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Your Job Description
(Verse 1)
Used to press your shirts on Sunday nights
Used to make your coffee before the morning light
I would architect our weekends, I would draw the maps
And patch the little arguments, fill in all the gaps
I defended you to friends, a loyal advocate
But the budget for my patience ran a deficit
I learned all your love languages, became fluent just to see
You never tried to learn a single word of me.
(Chorus)
So I stopped working overtime for free
Now I just do what’s expected of me
I say 'good morning,' I say 'good night'
I keep the peace to avoid a fight
I still show up, I don’t call in sick
But the fire's gone, down to the wick
Don't ask me why my smile is thin and worn
Cuz loving you like that just wasn't in my job description.
(Verse 2)
You say I seem distracted, staring at the wall
You ask if something’s wrong, I say nothing at all
My phone is face-down on the counter now, I don't need you to see
The person I am talking to is the person I could be
I used to plan my future right around your point of view
Now I just negotiate my afternoons
I stopped watering the flowers that I didn’t plant
And learned the powerful new grammar of 'I can’t'.
(Chorus)
'Cause I stopped working overtime for free
Now I just do what’s expected of me
I say 'good morning,' I say 'good night'
I keep the peace to avoid a fight
I still show up, I don’t call in sick
But the fire's gone, down to the wick
Don't ask me why my smile is thin and worn
Cuz saving you from you just wasn't in my job description.
(Bridge)
My heart’s not broken, it’s just in a labor dispute
Fighting for better conditions and a shorter commute
From who I am to who you need, right by your side
And I remember signing up, the day I pushed my dreams aside
You gave me a title, but you never raised my pay
So I am taking all my passion back, starting today!
I'm clocking out from caring, it's a silent walkout stage
You want my soul? Well honey, that’s above my pay grade!
(Chorus)
Yeah, I stopped working overtime for free
Now I just do what’s expected of me
I’ll say 'good morning,' I'll say 'good night'
Just a salaried position in your life
I still show up, I won't cause a scene
I’m just a well-behaved emotional machine
Don't ask me why a silent storm has formed
'Cause mending what you broke just wasn’t in my job description.
(Outro)
Not in the job description
No...
The lights are off. My shift is done.
Yeah, my shift is done.
About The Song
This song translates the modern workplace phenomenon of "quiet quitting" into the language of a failing relationship. It captures the emotional core of feeling burnt out, undervalued, and taken for granted, but not having the energy for a major confrontation. Instead of a dramatic breakup, the protagonist engages in a silent rebellion: they stop performing the unpaid emotional labor—the 'overtime'—that was keeping the relationship afloat. It's a song about reclaiming your energy by consciously deciding to meet only the 'bare minimum' contractual obligations of love, and the quiet, lonely power that comes from that decision. The theme explores the moment a person decides to stop fighting for something and instead begins fighting for themselves, reframing their emotional state as an active, strategic withdrawal (the 'Active Agency Mandate') rather than passive suffering.
Production Notes
Genre: Confessional Pop / Indie Rock
Instrumentation: The track should open with a sparse, melancholic piano melody (think Gracie Abrams or Holly Humberstone) under a close-mic'd, intimate vocal. A gentle, pulsing 808-style beat enters in the first verse.
Arrangement: The chorus should explode with a fuller, driving drum machine beat, layered harmonies, and a deep synth bass. The energy should drop back down for Verse 2, maintaining the driving beat but stripping other elements back. The bridge must be a huge emotional crescendo; the drums should switch to a live, powerful rock feel, with crashing cymbals and maybe distorted electric guitar chords that hang in the air. The final chorus should be the biggest moment, with all elements at full blast, before an abrupt cut-off into the outro.
Vocals: Use a sensitive condenser mic like a Neumann U-87 for a present, detailed, and personal vocal take. The verse delivery should be almost conversational, with audible breaths, as if sharing a secret. The chorus vocal should be stronger, more anthemic, but still laced with hurt. The bridge requires a full-throated, cathartic belt. The vocal chain should be simple: light compression (LA-2A style), a touch of saturation, and reverb/delay throws automated to swell on key phrases.
Performance Note: The singer is moving through stages of grief and empowerment. The performance should feel like a diary entry being sung—starting with resigned sadness and building to righteous, controlled anger and finally, the relief of acceptance.
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